Once upon a time, this blog was going to be all about my pet bird, when I got one. But I never did get that bird. So, now this blog is about the beautiful, curious things that keep me in a near-constant state of happy distraction. Ironically, many people find these writings when they wonder what "peristerophobia" means. It's a fear of pigeons. I've made a bird blog after all.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Goth hen party.

Tonight, I tended bar at a museum function. And by "tended bar," I mean that I poured white wine, made change in pounds, relieved museum-goers of their empties, and washed some dishes. On my way home, I passed Goth girls in scads, and then I passed a whole Goth hen party. And by "hen party," I mean girls having a bachelorette do for someone about to get married--and doing it in matching black t-shirts and matching pink facemasks.

On Monday, my Canadian friend's laptop melted down about two hours before she was due to give a presentation. Because I gave her some last-minute help, she bought me six stems of allium, and five days later, they're still going strong. (Which is good, because Marks and Spencer guaranteed them for at least seven.) They might be the most fascinating flowers I've ever had in my presence. And the fun I had photographing them with my auto-focus shut off makes me wonder what else I should take out of focus for awhile.

About Me

Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.